Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cyprus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Max Romeo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.